Fall

Fall is like late afternoon in the seasonal day. That is my least favorite part of the day, because all possibilities are rapidly becoming lost and although soon it will be early evening (when things are changing in my head for the better, sometimes) and then night, (and alright again), it isn't just yet. It is a time of remembrances for me and a time for wishing I'd got done at least a part of all I'd intended to do that day.

But, hey: at least the colors are pretty.

Thoughts?

Pax,
N.